The barn owl, brown and white ablaze,
Looked blurred across the sky,
In fact, I couldn't see its face
Till it flew closer by...
But then it was a wondrous sight,
So detailed and so fine,
A miracle of airborne flight,
Made by the Lord's design...
I don't discount it hunts for prey,
Across the skies alone,
Yet have to say, it made my day
With beauty all its own...
With wings outstetched, sometimes to glide,
As if a paper dart,
That spectacle stirred me inside,
It really touched my heart...
Some say that owls are oh so wise,
They're held in high esteem,
Perhaps that's why I gazed through eyes
As if within a dream...
Suffice to say, it landed, then
It lost a little charm,
When it flies soon, I'll smile again,
Serene, tranquil and calm...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Just Landed'.
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